We are the dregs,
All of us,
Released by the dam of the morn,
Waters of ill repute,
Stagnant and vacuous,
Filled with larvae of future parasites,
We are the dregs,
What remains when worth is gone,
Sloshing along urban waterways,
Swirling past each other,
Watching the floors,
We are not wellsprings,
Providing no essences of life,
Only drowning,
Killing and consuming,
We are the dregs,
Remnants of an elixir of hope,
We are the tsunami,
We are scorched earth,
The azure death of all before us.
Wow, what deep imagery as a reminder to live/walk in humility.
Powerful and fascinating are your words here,
“Filled with larvae of future parasites,
We are the dregs”
And,
“We are the tsunami,
We are scorched earth”
Thank you very much Suzette! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Pleasure 😊
WOW! I love your last lines:
Remnants of an elixir of hope,
We are the tsunami,
We are scorched earth,
The azure death of all before us.
Thank you very much, I’m glad you liked it! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin